'Till Death Do Us Part {Trilogy to TPL and LTF}

Chapter 25

Chapter 25

~ Nina ~
Once I regained consciousness from my sleep, my head started to pound.
Like, it wasn't a normal headache, it was something worse.
After just sitting in bed for a few moments, it started to subside and I thought nothing of it.
I hopped out of bed and walked downstairs, hoping for some company.
To my surprise, Louis and Harry were sitting in the kitchen, having a quiet conversation.
I figured Harry would've gone home now, just like I'm assuming Liam and Zayn did.
I made my presence known and both boys looked up to me, quickly becoming silent.
What were they talking about?
Was it about me?
"Hey, baby girl. Feeling any better?" Louis asked.
I took a seat across the counter they were at and shrugged.
"I don't know. I still feel really sick but maybe I'm getting better."
"Do you want any medication?"
"No, that's alright, thanks though."
It was silent for a moment and I knew that they were talking about me earlier.
They would've carried on their conversation if I wasn't here.
Now the only thing I want to know is what were they saying about me?
Either it has to do with me being sick, or my situation with Niall.
By the way, I've only got, like, three weeks left to get Niall to remember me.
I've tried to do some things but nothing's working.
Either he has a confused look on his face or I have a panic attack and have to leave him.
I'm still quite nervous he won't remember me at all, but the boys have given me hope.
I believe a little that Niall will remember, but most of me still believes he won't.
I can't give up though.
The month hasn't ended yet so neither has Niall's memory of me.
I just don't know how much more I'll be able to do.
With me being ill right now, it's sorta just hard for me to get motivated.
I've been sleeping a lot because I'm just in a lot of pain and I don't know what else to do to get rid of it.
I've refused to go see a doctor but I feel like I'll end up going soon.
Either I'll choose to go, or one of the boys will make me.
I'm surprised they haven't made me go by now.
I'm sure it's only because of how I've been feeling lately with Niall and they want to take it easy on me.
"Nina?" Louis said, waving his hand in front of my face and raising his eyebrow.
"Yeah, huh, what?" I blinked to get out of my thoughts and focusing back on the real world.
"Are you hungry at all?"
"No, I'm alright."
He gave Harry a worried look before looking back to me.
"You sure you're feeling okay?"
I nodded.
"Yeah, I'm okay."
I gave him a small smile of reassurance and he seemed to buy it.
He started to talk to Harry about the upcoming tour and that made me rethink if he was talking about me.
Maybe they were just talking about the tour the whole time and I'm just paranoid right now.
That's probably it.
I got up from my seat and two pairs of eyes shot over to me.
"Guys, I'm okay. Relax." I said.
I walked over to the cabinet and pulled out a glass.
After filling it with water, I brought it to my lips and that's when I felt the massive pain in my abdomen.
The glass fell to the floor, shattering into pieces, catching Louis and Harry's attention.
My stomach was tightening, only getting tighter with every second.
It's almost as if someone was tying an unbreakable knot inside of me.
"Nina!" The guys panicked.
My knees started to buckle but Louis caught me before I could fall into the broken glass.
He brought me over to the other side of the room and had me kneel down where there was no glass, understanding that I couldn't stay stable on my feet.
"I'm gonna be sick." I croaked out.
Harry ran out of the room quickly while Louis started to rub my back, whispering soothing words in my ear.
Moments later, Harry came back with a bucket, just in time before everything spilled out of my stomach.
Louis held back my hair as I continued to get sick.
Once I thought I was done, I pulled back and almost fainted once I saw what was in the bucket.
Blood.
I threw up blood.
"Holy shit. Hospital. Now." Louis demanded.
"Oh, no. What's happening?" I started to feel dizzy.
Louis picked me up and ran me out the door, Harry already waiting for us in the car.
"Hospital, Harry. Step on it."
He laid me down in the backseat, my head in his lap.
His eyes met mine as he stroked my hair softly, doing all he could to relax me.
"What's happening to me, Louis? Why was there blood?"
I was becoming weaker by the second.
I could barely keep my eyes open.
"It's gonna be okay, boo. You have to trust me. I wouldn't let you be in danger. Harry and I are just going to get you to the hospital and the doctor is just gonna search for any internal bleeding."
"Internal bleeding?!" I started to panic.
"Hey, hey, shhhh. It's alright. You're going to be okay. I'll never let you get hurt."
The pain was increasing and my senses were decreasing.
Why is this happening?
What's going on with me?
Harry drove a little faster, realizing that I was getting bad.
"I-I want Niall. I need him." I cried out, whimpering.
"You can have him soon, Nina."
"No! I need him now. I need my Niall."
The tears that brimmed my eyes slowly slipped out and down my cheeks.
My grip on Louis' hand was loosening.
"Harry, drive faster. We're losing her."
My eyes started to close and my hearing was going out.
Although, before my senses were permanently gone for the time being, I heard panicked voices.
"No, Nina! C'mon! Stay with me, baby. Don't give into the darkness."
But the darkness overcame me.

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A loud beeping filled my ears, causing my eyes to open.
I blinked a few times before looking around the unfamiliar room.
But as I looked, I knew where I was.
I've been here too many time before, not to know what this place is.
I'm in the hospital.
And just like always, my boys are here.
But my prince isn't...
"W-What happened?" I groaned, my head starting to pound again, as I tried to sit up.
Gasps were spread throughout the room as my bed became crowded.
Everyone has tears streaming down their cheeks and a look of worry and pain on their faces.
"Oh, Nina. You're okay." Louis sighed.
"Where's Niall? I said I wanted him."
I looked around the room again for Niall, thinking I missed him the first time but he truly wasn't here.
"He's not here right now. But don't worry cause we're here."
"No." My eyes flooded with tears. "I want my Niall. I want him to hold me. I want him to remember me."
Louis reached for my hand and held on.
"Why am I here? Am I bleeding internally? Is that why I threw up blood?" I asked, getting off the topic of Niall, knowing he wouldn't be here any time soon.
Liam and Zayn shared a wide eyed look as if they didn't know, or maybe they didn't want to tell me.
"Erm, no, Nina. You're not bleeding internally. Well, um, you're here because, well-"
As Louis hesitated to tell me, the door opened, revealing a familiar doctor: Dr. Finn.
"Hi, Nina. You're not a hassle at all but I wish I could stop seeing you. I need you to stay healthy!" He had a little joke to himself. "So, the surgery went well, you are alright, your vitals are good."
Surgery?
When did I have surgery?
I guess I had a confused look on my face and everyone must've seen it.
"Don't worry, you're okay now." Louis told me.
"W-What did I have surgery for?" I asked.
The boys sucked in their breath as Dr. Finn stopped flipping through his clipboard.
"Ah, you haven't been told yet. For the baby, of course." He said.